Those who are perhaps less fervent fans of Supernatural than some of us here at Sweatpants & Coffee may not be aware, but this weekend in Burbank, Creation Entertainment is producing a Supernatural convention. And in order to faithfully report back to you on this experience, S&C founder, Nanea Hoffman and your intrepid TV recapper Barbara Sirois Doyle will be in attendance. Don’t worry. We’ll say hi to the boys for you. We’ll be reporting from the road and from the convention itself, but we felt it would be fitting to start our Supernatural adventure off by watching and commenting on last week’s episode.

B: So, it’s a given that anyone who’s in the opener dies, right?

N: Yes.

B: Dead. Don’t bother, suicide hotline. This guy is toast.

N: Why is the blood spatter hot pink?

B: I am willing to buy the vaporization, but why is human tissue neon?

B: Homeless Cas is perfectly groomed. He’s so cute. Look at how hopeful he is!

N: Okay, but really? You’re gonna ask out with the guy who might be living in your storeroom?

(The crime scene is covered in hot pink.)

N: It’s like the 80’s threw up in that room.

B: It really is. All it needs is some Lisa Frank stickers strewn around.

B: I’d keep Crowley chained up for the one-liners. And other stuff.

B: Dean staring longingly at Cas through the store window is not helping the Destiel theories.

(Ephraim appears.)

B: He looks like he should be in Sugar Ray.

N: It’s douchebag angel!

B: Look! It’s Jared and Jensen’s texting commercial.

N: Where they talk about being daddies. OMG!

(Both sigh at the on-screen pretty.)

N: Dean is so hurt when Cas doesn’t properly greet him or ask how he’s been.

(Cas starts listing his Gas ‘n Sip responsibilities.)

B: You had me at taquitos.

(Sam is convinced Crowley’s not a total douche.)

Crowley: “Sorry, Moose. To the last drop.”

N: Well, that’s evocative.

B: He’s like the demon equivalent of Folger’s.

(Dean questions a school girl about her murdered friend.)

B: Okay. I am willing to buy angels and demons and people that explode into a hot pink vapor. But the fact that that girl is looking at Dean Winchester and not blushing and bursting into a continuous round of flirty giggles? Most unrealistic part of the episode.

Castiel: “Everything I ever attempted came out wrong.”

B: He’s dead right about that.

N: I like it when Cas is prissy.

B: I do, too. I also think his Gas ‘N Sip vest brings out the blue in his eyes.

(Dean tells Cas to “go live a normal life”.)

B: What? That never works out on this show.

N: I know, right?
B: In Supernatural land, that is the most piss poor advice ever.

(Second texting commercial begins.)

N’s husband: Did you want to watch it? Again?

N & B: YES! ALWAYS!

B: What’s the matter with you, Hoffman?

B: So they get to keep their angel powers but they just can’t fly?

N: Yeah, I think they’ve just lost their wings.

(Broken Wings by Mr. Mister begins to play in B’s mind.)

B: Oooh! Jared has bitch face!

B: Oh, Kevin’s voice. Never change.

(Dean gives Cas dating advice in the Impala.)

N: Aw. They’re gonna have “the talk”.

B: Well, Cas already knows half of it: the bees.

B: Look! Proud Dean is proud.

N: Isn’t Dean supposed to slip him a condom now?

B: I like how Cas is cutting her own flowers to give to her.

(Cas waves Dean off.)

N: “Daaaaaaaaad! Get outta here!”

B: So, where is Tonya’s dad? Or is that too Puritanical a question to ask?

B: Why do you think Crowley doesn’t want Sam’s blood?

N: I think because he sees Ezekiel in there.

B: Me too.

B: I refuse to believe that Linda Tran is dead.

N: Me, too. LINDA LIVES!!!

(Cas sings The Greatest American Hero theme song.)

N: THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT EVER!

B: Can Misha Collins sing in real life? Because here he sounds like Ed Asner. Baby Tonya is not impressed.

(Cas talks to Baby Tonya. “I used to be able to ease your pain just by touching you.”)

B: Cas cut his palm with rose thorns? And it’s bleeding that much? Also, bravo for being able to write the Enochian symbol backwards.

B: Abaddon looks good in this episode. I think she finally got her makeup under control.

B&N: Ooooh! What’s a “skanger”?! We gotta look that up.1

(Crowley is pissed about the terms of his contracts being violated.)

B: See? Crowley is not without honor. I like that they’re showing the levels of integrity, and that, yes, it gets worse than Crowley.

(End of the episode. Dean and Cas are talking about Cas’ future.)

B: Why is “My Boyfriend’s Back” playing in my mind?

B: Oh, Cas. Every time you get involved with anything you screw things up.

N: Yeah. You know he’ll end up taking over heaven again.

All in all, an enjoyable episode, although we did feel it was a bit of a slow-burn transitional piece. Still: Cas with a baby pretty much wins everything. What did you think? Let us know! Also, what do you think Crowley is injecting himself with in the final scene?

1 scanger (plural scangers) 1. (Ireland, pejorative) A person who is associated with petty criminality and who is seen as strongly identified with brand names in music, clothing, sport, vehicles, and so forth. (via Wiktionary)

Barbara Sirois Doyle is a Contributing Editor for Sweatpants & Coffee. She is a writer, mixed-media artist, and, most important, a wife and mother to her boyos three. She is a voracious reader, unapologetic uber-geek, and lover of all types of music, from Public Enemy to Rachmaninoff. If she's not watching Supernatural or Doctor Who, she is likely trolling the internet for amusing cat photos. She takes her coffee light with no sugar.

Okay, right, so. I’m freaking out. I watched this episode and I’m not exaggerating but I’m around 87.9% sure Dean and Cas spent the night in a bed together (or the Impala, which is much preferred).

I mean, when it’s basically all over and Cas is about to get in the car, Dean asks Cas where to, and he doesn’t reply and Dean smiles or smirks or something and when the scene cuts back to them, Dean is dropping him to work the next morning in the same clothes, same smirk, same everything Cas bared his feelings to D.Dog quite content with life and then went to work fairly relaxed…

What did they do for all those hours? If not that, at least I can dream.

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As someone who also can no longer drink and who deals with some stuff, I can tell you that we never want people to feel bad for making drinking references or to feel like they can't enjoy themselves around us. Offer sympathy but keep treating her as you always have. Maybe check in more. But don't grieve any harder than she is, because she'll end up carrying that, too, and she'll worry about your feelings. You sound like a good friend. Just keep being one.

Reading your post this afternoon. Did you look into my heart? My friend from college, now 30+ years ago has pulmonary hypertension and is in failing health. She’s 54 with a limited life expectancy. Yesterday, I sent a picture for cute-as-can-be mason jar shot glasses that I found in a discount store to a former coworker. We’ve kept in touch via FB and messaging. She comments the glasses are cute but she doesn’t drink anymore. Then she txts she has Lupus. The world falls from beneath me. I wondered around the store for maybe another 20 minutes. Numb. Exchanging texts with this friend. And I felt so bad about that picture. And I felt guilty for my health. And i was ashamed of my feeble replies to her. So regular sad is sometimes at the foot of my bed. Or greets me at the door after work and I find my dog has once again pooped in the house and chewed up an ink pen or shredded a book. But today I’m big sad. Last night, crawled in the covers beside me and sits just out of sight. But here. I’m ashamed of myself. With all my bills paid, manageable expenses. And now two people who have shackles of worry and fear and other feelings I couldn’t even begin to imagine. If only crawling through broken glass could convey us to the other side

My girlfriend's and I get together rarely and there's actually 2 different groups but it's always fun! They're infrequent but always special! I am the type of person that rolls with the flow and if we can arrange it, great! But it's not expected or required and that makes our get-togethers special!